He kissed the top of her head. “I’ll always find you, Tansy.” And he meant it. He’d go to the end of the world for this woman.
Another yawn. “I’ll always find you, too, Sam. I love you.”
And she was asleep before he could answer.
Public Enemy #2
Tansy woke up feeling mostly normal. A few nights of sleep in Sam’s arms had done wonders for her fatigue and healing.
Today was shower day.
She hated plastic and rarely used it, but for a real shower, she’d found nothing better in her research. She’d used a dry cleaning bag from one of Nico’s suits to make a reusable bag that would keep the cast dry.
Tansy started to slide out from where Sam had her wrapped against him, but he stirred and pulled her back in.
“Morning. How you feeling?”
“It’s shower day.”
That earned her a chuckle. A rough-with-sleep chuckle that had shivers running over her skin.
Sam ran his hands over her in lazy circles, causing her shivers to have shivers.
“Well, if I must deal with a sexy naked woman, warm and wet in the shower, I guess I’ll just have to find a way to cope with it.”
Tansy laughed and kissed his chest before scooting to the edge of the bed to reach for her crutches.
Sam rolled over and scooped her up before she even had her feet on the floor. “I’ve got you. Where’s the protection thing you rigged up?”
“I left it on the vanity.”
“What if Jerry ate it?”
She poked him as he set her down on her feet on the tile floor. “That’s not on his task list. See, it’s safe.”
She’d changed the settings for all the CleanySaurs. Nico had almost shot Albert on the first night, when she’d been too tired to think about changing the settings, or warning him about the robots.
It still made her giggle.
Sam distracted her by turning on the shower and then shucking his boxer briefs. He was fully aroused and Tansy had no room for any other thoughts.
When she reached for him, he shook his head and boosted her onto the counter.
He knelt to wrap and seal her cast, then rang his fingers gently over the wounds. He peeled off the gauze and tape, then kissed the area around the wounds, as he did every day.
Her love for this man expanded every day with every action.
Wanting to be naked and touching him, Tansy yanked off her tank, drawing his eyes up.
Without a word, he lifted her to the ground and helped her slide off her sleep shorts.
The shower was large enough for a small stool and Sam carried her from the counter to the stool and then closed the door behind them, locking them in the steam.
He unhooked the shower-head then proceeded to wash and condition her hair. Nothing had ever felt as erotic as his big strong hands massaging her head and her hair. Her entire body was electrified, and she was shaking with need.
But he wasn’t done.
Sam knelt on the tile floor and gently cleaned her wounds and then the rest of her.